We, the people, fight for our existence;
We don't claim to be perfect, but we're free.
We dream our dreams alone, with no resistance;
Fading like the stars we wish to be.
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My darhlin' big sister is worrying that I'm overworking myself.
How sweet, I feel extraordinarily loved. :] ... Still, it's not as if I actually have any control over how busy I am.
I can just imagine what the general reaction would be if I asked for a cutdown on trainings...and- surprise, surprise!- it would not be pretty.

I'm convinced that Van's a Maestro of words. She hit the nail right on its pretty, blue-eyed, dark-haired, football-playing head.
Mmyeah, Austin is deeeelectable. Even my sister agrees. [and she being a prepubescent cheerleader, that does count for a ton, y'know.] NOW I remember who he reminds me of. He looks almost eggsactly [if not more ahdorable] than Sean Faris. ...Go Google for pictures. Or alternatively, Youtube for "Sean Faris".
As a matter of fact, I'm getting my long overdue LAWKI [Life As We Know It!!!] fix right as I type this. ...And naturally, a Sean Faris/Austin fix goes along with that, too.

Dino: Hey, what if Ben's gay?
Jonathan: *snicker* ...Bengay.

Ben: [frustrated when all the girls are coming on to him when he's already attached to his Math teacher (I know. Ew.)] ...What am I, in season?

Who needs a vamp when you've got a quarterback, right?
[And Kat. I need your help, hun, to implement ze plannn!]
[...that is, if I really consider doing it. 'Cuz, after all, it might just backfire in my pretty face. :D]

...I kinduv [no, make that REAAAAALLY] miss my girls from 2G.
I mean- who wouldn't? They're awesome. Plus, I kinduv miss all the teasing about dark haired, green-eyed creatures. ;D
NJ's awesome, but sometimes it just isn't the same.
Which reminds me; the other day I slipped up again. I.E this is me, popping up in Serene, QL, Yan and Jean's face and squealing, " I love green hair and dark eyes!!"

...Mortifying. ...Dya reckon they have dating services for vegetables? I might consider hooking a suave piece of broccoli for my V.Day date, booyeah, that'd be hot.

And anon, btw. ...You might consider leaving your name- since it's already totally obvious who you are.
Oh, and yeah. I forgot to mention that I already know what you're thinking of telling me.
...Did I mention? I'm psychic.
[Psychic and wunnerful- could it possibly get any more unfair?!]

Speaking of strange...
...Now I'm wondering how different it'd be, if I was in America right now. [Which, just last year, was an imminent possibility.]
Let's see. I doubt I'd be in -what, Cupertino High School's canoeing team- ? I'd probably in, oh I dunno, the drama society or summat. Which is fine by me yeah; j'adore dramahhhhh.
Still, though, the canoeing team here has changed me. I can tell. [duh, after all, it IS myself that we're talking about here.] It's taught me to start loving myself and stop making excuses and just go all out.

...If I was in America AND the drama club- what could I learn? ... How to snag the role of Juliet [along with that mega hottie playing Romeo]? ...How to avoid the poor delusioned darhlin' trying t'get some?

...See what I mean? I'm glad I stayed.
Because I am happy here.

I have awesome friends, a terrific team, a supportive family, a rocking exercise regime and a century-old vampire.
[Well, not yet, for the latter. But I will soon, I swear!]

And besides. With Singapore having such a small population an' all- ONE less awesome person would make it that much less awesome.

<3